Dragoncrest Cliffs fwi

I’m going to make some assumptions about what Pepper would or wouldn’t know about packmates given he’s been around for about a week. If I assume something he wouldn’t know, please tell me and I’ll fix it! :3

 

Val had certainly been right about one thing. Pepper did feel distant—but it was no fault of the pack’s. No fault of anyone’s, really. 

Everyone here was close, but he’d never been good at getting close. 

He’d come to the shore to nap. He liked to do that on good days, days where his body wouldn’t fight his every move. He hated having his life be dictated by some arbitrary system where days were assigned a quality level. 

He’d only just sat by the time he realized he wasn’t alone. He hardly ever was these days. Mireille, he was able to recognize, was one of the leaders, though his conversations with her had been brief. 

The way she moved in the water made it clear she’d grown up here. It was a grace Pepper knew he’d never achieve, almost as if she were an aquatic animal, akin to an otter. 

He planted himself in the sand, close enough for incoming waves to lap at the tips of his paws, and watched.